Disclaimers: I don't own CSI or anything associated with it, this is just for pure fun
The Play
"Damn" the police chief exclaimed
"We must stop him before he does this thing again. We can't just sit around and watch him doing this over and over. There must be something we can lure him with."
"Why don't we let someone act as a realtor in one of those big hotshot houses?" Brass asked
"My guess is that already having someone in mind for the job."
"Yeah well since ask and everyone seems to have vanished out in the desert I would propose to have the CSI's to do the deed"
"Does that sound like a wise decision to you?"
"Yes it does. I will, of course, work as their backup. They'll have microphones so everything can be heard and…"
"Ok, Brass. If they say yes I'll grant you this little operation."
"Thank you Sir, I'll get right on it" and by that he disappeared out the door.
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"So will you do it?" Brass asked Grissom.
He thought for a minute watching Catherine.
"Yes, I'll do it"
"Great. Let us hope we'll catch him this time." He felt someone looking at him and turned his head. Catherine was looking intensely at him
"What?"
"I'm not letting Grissom do it. I won't let him being in alone in that big house with a possible killer." Grissom looked at her and frowned, she looked back at him.
"I'm not"
"Look, is there any way you let him go?" Brass asked.
"Yes, let me be with him"
The both men changed each other looks
"I'll be the house owner and really want to point out the goodies of the house."
Brass thought and then said
"Ok, you may be the house owner. Hopefully he won't be scared by the fact there will be two people in the house. Let's get this over with shall we" he said holding his hand towards the door.
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They arrived at the house two hours prior to the touring. They walked around trying to memorize the rooms, hoping to be as convincing as possible. Soon the preparation time was up and they finished their own tour by putting on the microphones.
"Never thought I was going to see you this naked this soon" he said smiling widely.
"Not to make you disappointed, but you aren't" she said and walked out of the room.
Grissom sighed lightly and started unbuttoning his shirt. Just when he was going to put the microphone to his chest Catherine was back in the room.
"Done?" she asked cherish and walked up to him.
"Think you need some help with that. It's quite tricky putting the tape at the right place" she said mocking him.
Grissom didn't mind it a bit. He enjoyed seeing Catherine take the piece out of his hand and then position it on his chest, carefully making sure there weren't any air bubbles behind the tape. She touching him was something he wouldn't miss. She smiled when she saw how much he enjoyed it and buttoned his shirt.
"Never thought I was going to dress you so soon" she said grinning widely.
"There, all done. Now we don't know each other and is going to sell my old house."
She gave him a soft kiss on his lips before she got out of the room and prepared herself for the last time by running into every room. Grissom stood still for a few more minutes, just taking in the moment. He sighed heavy and joined her.
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After different interested families they wanted to give up, but then they got a call from a Mr. Monroe who was wondering if he could stop by a little later, when the actual touring was over. This could be him and hopefully it was. They told Brass the new turning in the event and decided to take it easy and not rush into anything. When the clock struck 11 PM a BMW drove up to the house. Out stepped a quite short man with brownish hair. He was wearing a tuxedo and did look quite rich. When he reached the greeting couple at the door, he stopped and stared at Catherine, looking a bit little nervous.
"Good evening Mr. Monroe" Catherine greeted.
"I'm Elisabeth Grey and this is, well, was my house" she said and held out her hand. The man shakes her hand.
"A pleasure meeting you Ms. Grey and you must be Carl Wensworth" he said looking at Grissom.
"Yes that is correct" he replied smiling.
He felt it, when they shook hands, he felt it. There was something telling him 'this is the guy'
"Shall we start"
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Now they had viewed and looked in every room thoroughly, two times. He said he wanted to be really sure before he bought anything, since it was quite a lot of money. The two CSI's felt the sleepiness washing over them. Getting something on this Mr. Monroe that linked him to the murders would help a lot. As to now, they had gotten nothing.
"May I use the bathroom" he asked.
"Of course you may" Catherine said.
"Third door to the right, right" he said smiling.
"Yes I think so" she laughing lightly "I don't know the way round my old house anymore after this day"
When he had left and they'd heard a door shut Grissom turned to Catherine
"He's the one. Don't ask me how I just know it." She nodded.
"I'm too tired to feel anything like that. I just want to get home to Lindsey and sleep, for many hours."
"You still haven't giving me any desert" he said playfully.
Catherine leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear.
"Brass can hear everything we say."
He smiled and whispered in her ear
"I know" and his smile became brooder.
"I wonder what's taking him so long."
When those word where uttered, Grissom felt a hard blow to his lower back. The last thing he heard was Catherine yelling "Brass get in here now" and then everything went black.
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"Finally we got his real name. It's David Gilmoor, the address is on its way. Let's send some officers over to check things over. We must gather some hard evidence on him now."
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He lay there in bed, scribbling on a piece of paper. Writing down everything he felt and why he did it. To him it made sense. To others it just seemed as a wicked mind playing a wicked game…
The Play
"Damn" the police chief exclaimed
"We must stop him before he does this thing again. We can't just sit around and watch him doing this over and over. There must be something we can lure him with."
"Why don't we let someone act as a realtor in one of those big hotshot houses?" Brass asked
"My guess is that already having someone in mind for the job."
"Yeah well since ask and everyone seems to have vanished out in the desert I would propose to have the CSI's to do the deed"
"Does that sound like a wise decision to you?"
"Yes it does. I will, of course, work as their backup. They'll have microphones so everything can be heard and…"
"Ok, Brass. If they say yes I'll grant you this little operation."
"Thank you Sir, I'll get right on it" and by that he disappeared out the door.
----------------
"So will you do it?" Brass asked Grissom.
He thought for a minute watching Catherine.
"Yes, I'll do it"
"Great. Let us hope we'll catch him this time." He felt someone looking at him and turned his head. Catherine was looking intensely at him
"What?"
"I'm not letting Grissom do it. I won't let him being in alone in that big house with a possible killer." Grissom looked at her and frowned, she looked back at him.
"I'm not"
"Look, is there any way you let him go?" Brass asked.
"Yes, let me be with him"
The both men changed each other looks
"I'll be the house owner and really want to point out the goodies of the house."
Brass thought and then said
"Ok, you may be the house owner. Hopefully he won't be scared by the fact there will be two people in the house. Let's get this over with shall we" he said holding his hand towards the door.
----------------
They arrived at the house two hours prior to the touring. They walked around trying to memorize the rooms, hoping to be as convincing as possible. Soon the preparation time was up and they finished their own tour by putting on the microphones.
"Never thought I was going to see you this naked this soon" he said smiling widely.
"Not to make you disappointed, but you aren't" she said and walked out of the room.
Grissom sighed lightly and started unbuttoning his shirt. Just when he was going to put the microphone to his chest Catherine was back in the room.
"Done?" she asked cherish and walked up to him.
"Think you need some help with that. It's quite tricky putting the tape at the right place" she said mocking him.
Grissom didn't mind it a bit. He enjoyed seeing Catherine take the piece out of his hand and then position it on his chest, carefully making sure there weren't any air bubbles behind the tape. She touching him was something he wouldn't miss. She smiled when she saw how much he enjoyed it and buttoned his shirt.
"Never thought I was going to dress you so soon" she said grinning widely.
"There, all done. Now we don't know each other and is going to sell my old house."
She gave him a soft kiss on his lips before she got out of the room and prepared herself for the last time by running into every room. Grissom stood still for a few more minutes, just taking in the moment. He sighed heavy and joined her.
----------------
After different interested families they wanted to give up, but then they got a call from a Mr. Monroe who was wondering if he could stop by a little later, when the actual touring was over. This could be him and hopefully it was. They told Brass the new turning in the event and decided to take it easy and not rush into anything. When the clock struck 11 PM a BMW drove up to the house. Out stepped a quite short man with brownish hair. He was wearing a tuxedo and did look quite rich. When he reached the greeting couple at the door, he stopped and stared at Catherine, looking a bit little nervous.
"Good evening Mr. Monroe" Catherine greeted.
"I'm Elisabeth Grey and this is, well, was my house" she said and held out her hand. The man shakes her hand.
"A pleasure meeting you Ms. Grey and you must be Carl Wensworth" he said looking at Grissom.
"Yes that is correct" he replied smiling.
He felt it, when they shook hands, he felt it. There was something telling him 'this is the guy'
"Shall we start"
--------------
Now they had viewed and looked in every room thoroughly, two times. He said he wanted to be really sure before he bought anything, since it was quite a lot of money. The two CSI's felt the sleepiness washing over them. Getting something on this Mr. Monroe that linked him to the murders would help a lot. As to now, they had gotten nothing.
"May I use the bathroom" he asked.
"Of course you may" Catherine said.
"Third door to the right, right" he said smiling.
"Yes I think so" she laughing lightly "I don't know the way round my old house anymore after this day"
When he had left and they'd heard a door shut Grissom turned to Catherine
"He's the one. Don't ask me how I just know it." She nodded.
"I'm too tired to feel anything like that. I just want to get home to Lindsey and sleep, for many hours."
"You still haven't giving me any desert" he said playfully.
Catherine leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear.
"Brass can hear everything we say."
He smiled and whispered in her ear
"I know" and his smile became brooder.
"I wonder what's taking him so long."
When those word where uttered, Grissom felt a hard blow to his lower back. The last thing he heard was Catherine yelling "Brass get in here now" and then everything went black.
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"Finally we got his real name. It's David Gilmoor, the address is on its way. Let's send some officers over to check things over. We must gather some hard evidence on him now."
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He lay there in bed, scribbling on a piece of paper. Writing down everything he felt and why he did it. To him it made sense. To others it just seemed as a wicked mind playing a wicked game…